I was at the dry cleaners preparing for the advent of the new box spring and mattress when I happened to catch a snippet of the interview Vanessa Williams gave on Anderson Cooper. I liked it. I remember the Penthouse spread, BFD. She was beautiful. I suspect all of the women who saw it wished they could look like her. I did. I can remember the guys my age all had copies of Penthouse and talked about it incessantly.
I enjoyed her irreverence in describing winning the pageant crown, how she and her friends laughed about the wild, little heathen she really was, as opposed to the image she had to project. The thing I most admired about her candid interview was her ability to allow herself some transgressions on the way to becoming the person she grew up to be.
The world could use a little more honesty and a lot less shame.